This is a song about "Panda adaptation"

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

With such an ugly picture in it and

Your kind is dying, it's time to adjust

I was shocked when i read your response

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I really fought like moses, going to adjust the sea

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Yeah, punch line after punch line, rhyme after rhyme/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Ask in 10 years and l guarantee the same response